You hear of our town, Great Tralee, Alabama. But knowledge? You lack! Take a step back now, enjoy the panorama. For our lovely Great Tralee, is deep, dark, and black. For no one knows why, there’s a town underground. But sure enough there is, right through the sewers. Cold and unforgiving, a word to the clown. Don’t go into that dreaded place, o foolish wrongdoer. And as for the shops, all hidden about. I see no rhyme or reason, to segregate you. So please, come, have no doubt. For all folks of all decent, are welcomed without a clue. As for the Turk family, no one knows, why they go around, all dressed in big robes. But they claim to be chose, from the keeper, of Great Tralee. And as for the rich you ask? There are no rich, only a fantasy! We might have hope, as we’re in our basque’s. But as it is so plain to see You have also heard, of our Great Tralee.
You hear of our town, Great Tralee, Alabama.
But knowledge? You lack!
Take a step back now, enjoy the panorama.
For our lovely Great Tralee, is deep, dark, and black.
For no one knows why, there’s a town underground.
But sure enough there is, right through the sewers.
Cold and unforgiving, a word to the clown.
Don’t go into that dreaded place, o foolish wrongdoer.
And as for the shops, all hidden about.
I see no rhyme or reason, to segregate you.
So please, come, have no doubt.
For all folks of all decent, are welcomed without a clue.
As for the Turk family, no one knows,
why they go around, all dressed in big robes.
But they claim to be chose,
from the keeper, of Great Tralee.
And as for the rich you ask?
There are no rich, only a fantasy!
We might have hope, as we’re in our basque’s.
But as it is so plain to see
You have also heard, of our Great Tralee.